Quotes About Paraded

Ptolemy was also accompanied by his sister-wife Arsinoe, and she paraded before the army with her brother-husband.

Who's Ikbar?" Ulf said. His brother turned away to hide a smirk. Gilan glanced at Hal curiously, saw he wasn't planning to answer, so spoke in his place. "He was an Arridan demigod, I believe." "Oh, don't," Hal said quietly. But it was too late. "And what did he do?" "Well, Ulf, I'm not sure that he did too much of anything," Gilan said. "Just paraded round being a demigod.

Someone loved this girl, this utterly useless girl, loved her enough to go on wooing her, even though she was being paraded before all of Europe for takers. A moment of stark despair descended upon her that she would never know such love, that she would go through life sustained only by her facade of invincibility. Then she came to her senses. Love was for fools. Gigi Rowland was many things, but she was never a fool.

where he was on a first-name basis with the pretty, long-legged usherettes who paraded along the aisles.

Way back about nineteen-twenty there was a Klan, but it was a political organization more than anything. Besides, they couldn't find anybody to scare. They paraded by Mr. Sam Levy's house one night, but Sam just stood on his porch and told 'em things had come to a pretty pass, he'd sold 'em the very sheets on their backs. Sam made 'em so ashamed of themselves they went away.

She did find that the books displayed prominently in every chamber had been dusted, but the spines were pristine and uncreased. They had the sad, untouched air of literature paraded for display purposes but never actually used. It was profoundly depressing.

She did find that the books displayed prominently in every chamber had been dusted, but the spines were pristine and uncreased. They had the sad, untouched air of literature paraded for display purposes but never actually used. It was profoundly depressing. Wyndham's

They had the sad, untouched air of literature paraded for display purposes but never actually used. It was profoundly depressing.

The usual hoarse-voiced men paraded the streets with plants on barrows. Some shouted; others sang. London was like a workshop. London was like a machine. We were all being shot backwards and forwards on this plain foundation to make some pattern.

I have worked on very good movies that have been buried, and I've worked on some resounding mediocrities that have been paraded through the marketplace like they were masterpieces.